Her sister’s steps pounded ahead of her, always a turn or two away.
“Wai- wait up!” called Novi.
Why didn’t she stop?
“This way!” shouted Comet, just as Novi passed another doorway. She skidded and turned back.
“You have to stop!” she shouted “Stop!”
There was no response, just the sound of boots on stone.
Novi whipped around the frame and yelled as her next step hit air. She panicked, throwing herself back, trying to break the forward momentum. Her foot hit ground again and slipped, sending her sliding down the next three steps of a long, stone staircase.
She sat there for a moment, catching her breath, peering down at the place she had so nearly fallen. The stairs were steep and uneven. She could just make out the passage continuing beyond, fading off into perfect darkness.
This was wrong.
Whatever was down there hadn’t stopped; the steps were continuing on without her, gradually falling off into an echo. A wave of doubt surged to the front of Novi’s mind. Comet could be a brick head sometimes, but not like this.
Slowly, silently, Novi began to back away.
As soon as she had the doorway between her and the stairs, she broke into a brisk walk, heading back the way she had come. She dove up the first set of stairs she found, putting as much distance between her and that stone passage as possible. There were no signs that her absence had been noticed, so she increased her pace, gradually working her way to a sprint.
Novi kept her eyes forward, one hand strangling her weapon, the other gripping her bit of fire as if it were trying to escape. The flames plucked in the wind, creeping down her hand as they outgrew her white knuckled fist. She gasped as they reached her sleeve, the flames changing from soft white to orange as the fabric caught. In an instant she had released the blaze, dissipating as much as was still under her control, beating out the rest with the other hand before they could do much damage.
And there she stood, breathing hard in the middle of the hall, eyes straining through the dim light of the candles. She had no idea where she was.
Novi took a deep breath and a long blink. Everything was quiet, quiet enough for her to hear the blood rushing in her ears. There was no danger here, at least not at this moment. She was fine. She needed to calm down, to think.
When she felt reasonably in control again she rekindled a small light, drowning the orange of the surrounding candles.
The floors were wood again, accented by a gnarled green carpet; she was in the servants’ hall again, or so it would seem. That was good, she was going the right direction at least. Novi began to move, holding her pace to a determined walk.
Time wore on.
How much time exactly was impossible to tell, but it was more than enough for Novi’s taste. Something recognizable should have turned up by now, the kitchen, the parlor, the open roofed foyer, but that hadn’t happened. What if she was wandering around in circles? There was definitely no good way to tell otherwise. The halls stretched on and on, hardly a feature to distinguish one corridor from the next. Novi sorely wished she had paid attention to direction while rushing off after ‘her sister’.
Another problem had presented itself as well, or, an old problem had re-presented itself: the chittering was back.
At first it had been infrequent, a random chirp now and then, now it was semi-constant, simpering off the walls wherever she went. That was what broke the rule of never looking over her shoulder. She had started doing it almost constantly after that, tracking the sound as best she could.That’s how she had finally got a glimpse of the thing.
It hadn’t stayed visible for long at first; as soon as the thing realized it had been seen it vanished with something awfully close to a snicker. It looked like a tube sock with arms and a face, so far from what she had envisioned it was almost disappointing. It would have been cute in a weird way, if it wasn’t for the mouth full of oversized teeth.
Since then, spotting the thing had become almost a game. The whole situation would have been a lot more concerning if it weren't for the creature’s obvious aversion to light. Visible or not, it never got too close, preferring to trail behind at what it considered a safe distance. Even so, Novi kept one hand on her weapon, just in case.
The creature’s appearance put forward an interesting question, though: what, or who had been leading her around?
Novi was pretty sure at this point the thing behind her was not it; it just didn’t strike her as intelligent enough for something like that. It did seem to have some sense, but in the same way an animal had sense, definitely not capable of pulling off a complicated charade. So where was the imposter?
She had the nagging feeling whatever it was wouldn’t give up on her that easily. She half expected something to come looming at her from around a corner, or crawling through one of the locked doors. That whole line of thought almost made her glad of the glowing sock, if only because it meant she wasn’t totally alone.
The hall ended in another fork, and Novi stopped to consider her options. Peeling floral wallpaper stretched away in either direction, looking dank, dusty, and about the same as every other place she had been tonight. The feeling of going in circles hit her again, and hard. There had to be some way to guard against that, some way to know. Potentially blowing out the candles on the walls would work. Leaving a trail was risky though, especially given the circumstances.
Absently, she realized the chittering had stopped.
She gave a quick glance around the crossroads, looking for some telltale flicker, but there was nothing. It was disappointing in a way: to say that Novi enjoyed its company would be pushing it, but she was getting used to it, and generally rathered to know where it was than not. And if she was honest, the perfect silence was kind of unsettling.
She took a deep breath: it was best to just move on. Now if only she could decide which path to take.
Another, different sound yattered off the walls. Novi glanced up sharply, causing it to rise into an unnatural giggle. She grit her teeth, hand clamping around the hilt of her weapon.
Something was solidifying in the center of the hall, floating at her in an uneven bob. It was the size and shape of a soccer ball and the consistency of a marshmallow, a wispy, crooked tail misting out behind. A pair of glass button eyes and a wide grin took up the majority of its front. It was… kind of cute.
“Oh.” said Novi.
The creature stopped mid drift, grin petering off at the edges. Apparently ‘oh’ wasn’t the reaction it had been playing for. The two of them just stayed there for a moment, things getting reasonably awkward.
“What...what are you?” Novi asked finally, after a few moments of mutual staring.
Again the creature looked taken aback, eyes darted around the room as if looking for something else she could be addressing. Eventually it decided the question was meant for them, puffed itself up, and gave a gruesome smile.
“I, am a boo.” It said with malicious pomp.
“Oh.”
It had obviously meant to continue, but this repeated response shut it down rather quickly. It deflated back to its normal size with impressive speed, eyeing her with disgust.
Novi shifted uncomfortably.
“Is this your castle?”
“Yes, you could say that, or at least, it’s our castle now,” It answered, grin reclaiming its face.
“You were the one leading me around earlier, weren’t you?”
“I could have been.”
That was almost as good as a signed confession, at least as far as Novi was concerned. Her expression sharpened, though she forced her tone to remain level.
“How were you able to sound like my sister?”
“I can sound like whatever I want to,” it answered in a bragging sort of way.
That was reasonably concerning.
Novi was quiet for a moment, trying to fit together the situation. It was obvious to her now that she and Comet were trespassing, at least in the eyes of this creature. Chances were everything that had happened so far was a result of it trying to get them to leave. She didn’t like this thing's persona or its shark-ish grin, but she couldn’t blame it for defending what it considered its home.
“Do you know where my sister is?” she asked, in a well practiced unassuming tone.
“Well, I couldn’t really say.” said the boo in equally rehearsed casualness.
“We didn’t know this placed belonged to anyone. Once I find my sister, we’ll leave.
The boo apparently found this quite amusing, it began puffing itself up again, smile taking on a dangerous edge.
“Oh, but it’s a little late for that now.”
“I don’t think it is,” said Novi, still holding her calm.
The boo looked put off again at this, disdain coming back with a vengeance.
“Are you dense or something-?” it began, but Novi didn’t give it the chance to finish.
“No, I’m not. You just can’t stop us.”
“Is that a threat?”
Novi stepped back against the wall; in an instant her sword was out, leveled at the oncoming puff. The boo hissed, retreating away from the bright bit of steel. Novi’s face was determined and calm.
“Yes, it was.”
The boo drifted from side to side, eyes darting between her and the narrow shaft of the blade. Novi waited for it to make a move.
“I’ll take you to her.” it said finally.
Novi stared him down intensely. The boo squirmed where it floated, all of a sudden hit with the urge to cover its face.
“I don’t trust you.”
“How exactly are you planning to find her then? You’ve been doing just grand on your own, let me tell you.”
Novi didn’t answer to that, she was done here. She brushed past him down one of the offshooting halls. The boo floated there for a moment, face twisted in utter shock and disbelief, then darted after her.
It tried to continue the conversation at first, alternating between exasperated reasoning and thinly veiled threats. Novi didn’t pay him any attention and eventually it shut up, but it didn’t go away. It hovered behind her, trailing along like some sort of exotic party balloon; Novi tried not to look at it too much, only stealing a discreet glance once and again to make sure it was respecting her personal space. It was pretty good about that for the most part, the fact that she was still holding her sword probably helped.
If nothing else, the boo’s presence highlighted one thing: her strategy needed adjusting. She was pretty sure that she wasn’t going to find Comet in this place on her own, not in the position she was in. Her best bet now was to get out of here, find out where Murzim and Sasura had gone, and figure things out from there. What she needed now was another window.
Novi started jiggling door handles at regular intervals, but as before, the majority of them were locked. The few that weren’t just opened on more halls almost identical to the one she was stuck in now. She considered breaking into a few of the chambers, like she had done to the front door, and she would have if it weren’t for her distempered companion. The last thing she wanted to do was make the thing desperate. Despite her earlier show, she wasn’t terribly keen on stabbing anything, not even a disgruntled semi-solid marshmallow, nor had she overlooked the comment about this being our mansion.
Soon Novi hit another crossroad, an infuriatingly similar crossroad to the one she had already encountered. She stood there for a long moment, eyeing a particularly familiar tear in the wallpaper and starting to feel anxious again. Naturally, the boo chose this moment to pipe up.
“If you want to find your sister go left, in case you’re interested.”
Novi shot him a bitter, distrusting look. The boo pretended he didn’t notice, all of a sudden taking interest in an end table. She went right.
The boo took up a new hobby after that: back seat driving. Whenever Novi came to any sort of turn, it had some sort of two cents to offer. She tried her best to ignore him, not taking into account his directions one way or another, but the longer they went on, the more harassed and driven she felt.
Eventually, mercifully, she did hit something different; a short two steps, beyond which the carpet was faded red instead of green. Novi bounded up the stairs before the boo could give any input one way or another.
Everything ‘servantly’ was gone here, replaced by delicate, cobweb-laced embellishments and regal wallpaper. Decorative vases lined the hall at regular intervals, and oil paintings accented the walls. It was a sure fire sign that she was going hopelessly the wrong way, but at this point, she would take it. The relief was short lived, though, as the path was quickly cut short by a dead end, or what was very nearly a dead end. There was a door at the end of the passage, a finer one than than any she had passed so far; what was more interesting, though, was the fact that it was ajar.
Her companion fidgeted in the air some; Novi looked up at him sideways.
“Stop looking at me like that,” it barked, “You don’t want my input, so don’t look at me.”
She considered what to do. The passage had branched in at least one place before this point; she could go back and try that. Then again, though, she had done nothing but try new passages up to this point.
Carefully, she pushed open the door.
The room beyond was long and rather low, with a grand table running almost the full length of it. Smaller, square tables were wedged in all the corners, ringed with what had once been more comfortable chairs. It reminded her of the counselor's chamber back home.
“So are we going to get moving again or what?” the boo asked when she didn’t leave immediately.
Novi looked up at him darkly. He stared right back, looking just as disgruntled. Novi had about had it with him in general, she was ready for him to pack off.
Novi was more than willing to take his anciness as a sign this was not where he wanted to be. She entered the room, carefully dodged the remains of a fallen lamp, and headed for the table.The boo hovered around a bit, obviously confused, then went straight to mortified as she pulled out a chair and tossed her bag underneath.
“Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?” it blurted as she slipped under the table herself.
She didn’t grace him with an answer, just unzipped her bag and pulled out the emergency space blanket. The creature had no words; it just hovered in a semblance of rage, anxiety, and downright disbelief as she made herself comfortable.
It floated there in denial for a bit, seeming to think she’d get bored and get up again, but she didn’t.
“So you’re just going to stay there?” it screeched.
Novi Just nodded.
• • •
Mario leaned back against the wall of his cell with a grimace.
He had given up trying to get comfortable, that was totally out of the question given the circumstances. So was getting out of here, much to his frustration. As soon as King Boo left he had started trying, and had gotten absolutely nowhere.
The shackles on his wrists were solid; the only flaw in their surface was a miniscule key niche, if you could even call that a flaw. The chains themselves were embedded in the wall behind him, there weren’t even any brackets, just a chain disappearing into solid stone. How far it penetrated, there was no way of knowing; what he did know was that he had fiddled and strained with them until the bonds rawed his wrists, or at least his good wrist. The arm the boo had bit still wasn’t working right, neither was his leg.
The next thing he had tried was fire. It had taken him quite a while to get his ability working at all. Maybe it was what the boos had done to him, or the restraints themselves (he was really starting to wonder at this point) but a blaze had been nearly impossible to muster. Even once he got one going, all he managed to do was braze the chain. There was no way he could produce the temperatures necessary to melt metal on a good day, let alone in his current state, at least not without a fire flower. Eventually he was forced to stop as the heat traveled up the links, threatening to scorch him right through his glove.
Though, none of this was the reason he had stopped trying to escape.
The king hadn’t been joking about ‘keeping the inhabitants of the mansion out; his attempts to free himself had drawn a small crowd. A pack of hazy shapes were pressing themselves around the cell. They were bright colored, dead eyed things, like ghosts out of a child’s drawing book. Under any other circumstances he would have been tempted to laugh at them; as things stood, though, he was a little preoccupied with the teeth. So far the king’s torch seemed to be doing its job. None of the creatures showed pluck enough to venture into its light, at least for now. If one of the blobs did decide to advance on him, Mario wasn’t sure what he would do. There wasn’t really much he could do with hardly a foot of maneuvering room.
One thing was for certain, the more commotion he made, the more excited the creatures got. It was probably best to lie low for a while, tempt fate as little as possible.
He needed to think.
There had to be a way out of this, there was always a way out. He was not going to sit here and play bait for his little brother, that just wasn’t happening. Mario had no idea when Luigi was going to arrive, but he had until then to deal with this situation.
Bowser had his own set of rules; despite his faults the koopa king was fair, at least in his own eyes. In this circumstance, Mario could have at least expected him to give Luigi a fighting chance. He had gotten none of that feel from King Boo. More likely than not, he was waiting with another ambush, and the chances of Luigi getting out of that on his own were slimmer than Mario dared contemplate.
But he wasn’t going to let that happen. He was going to escape and meet up with Luigi in the mansion, or find some way to warn him at very least.
A slow, rhythmic rattle of keys drew Mario out of his contemplations; the set of blobs hanging around his cell went quiet, then scattered, vanishing through various walls. Here came his other problem.
Something was patrolling the dungeon, looping past at regular intervals. It seemed similar to the others, made of the same semi-transparent stuff at least, but this one had a more human shape. It was also bigger. Much bigger.
Mario listened as the jangle made its way up the hall. The thing drifted into view at its usual rhythmic pace, paying him no more attention than the rest of the times it had passed. Mario wished he had his hat to conceal where he was looking, the last thing he needed was to draw attention to himself, but he needed a better look at what he was up against.
The thing looked for all the world like an old man, tall (at least by Mario’s standards) with frizzled hair and a craggy, bearded face. It had no legs, just a smoky blue ‘tail’ dragging behind. Despite its fluid movement, the ring of keys at its side jangled with what should have been every stride.
It was a fat ring, stuffed to the brim. Most of the keys on it looked about as old as the specter who carried them, but there were a few that were new, gleaming dimly in the creature's soft blue glow. That was what Mario needed to get his hands on. The question was how to do that. Even if he did somehow lure it into the cell, Mario had no idea how he would handle the sentry in his current state. It was definitely worrying that the other specters gave this one such a wide berth.
The sentry must have picked up on the fact that he was being observed; he dragged to a halt in front of Mario’s cell and turned to look at him, the textbook example of a neutral expression on its face. It was too late to pretend he hadn’t been staring, so Mario held his ground, returning the look in kind.
“So you gave up then. ‘Suppose that’s well enough.
Mario was taken aback, he hadn’t expected the thing to speak.
If his surprise showed, the creature ignored it.
“There’s been quite the stir here over you, or a’least I’m assuming that’s what it was over.”
The sentry moved forward again, drifting right through the bars, and Mario’s insides heaved. It stopped not far away (well within the torchlight, much to Mario’s discomfort) and cocked its head, looking him up and down in a critical way.
“Though you hardly look worth the trouble.” It finally judged.
Despite everything, Mario was offended. He may have had it rough this time around, but he couldn’t look that bad. Then again to this fellow, all he seemed to be was a pummeled workman strung up against the wall...
“I don’t plan to be here long.”
“Oh, is that so?” the creature said, sparking up with a jollity Mario did not like. “I was getting the impression you’d be here a while, at least from your pulling earlier. Or maybe you’re referring to that boo having plans for you.”
Mario ground his teeth. That was not what he needed to hear right now.
The thing seemed to settle some, most of the spite draining from its expression.
“This place has been nothing but plans since the professor disappeared,” it drabbled on, more to itself than anyone else.
“What professor?” asked Mario.
“The old professor. Master of the house.”
There was a loaded silence.
“You seemed to have switched loyalties awful fast.”
The sentry looked confused for a moment, then twitched with annoyance as he caught Mario’s drift.
“Awful smart you must think yourself,” it growled. “What makes you say that, I wonder?”
Mario gave a meaningful glance at the key ring.
“Ah. I see,” said the creature, looking down at the ring himself. “I suppose I respect your reasoning. I am your jailer now it would seem.”
Mario pushed back his rising annoyance. If he was going to get out of this he needed to stay calm. His mask didn’t seem to matter though, as soon as the frustration spurred though his mind the creature gave one of its unnerving smiles.
“Are you on King Boo’s side or not?” asked Mario, opting frankness as his best option.
The sentry genuinely considered this question.
“I’m on nobody's side,” it concluded finally.
“Is King Boo on your side?” Mario persisted.
“No... The king is on his own side, not mine.”
“What about the professor?”
A few rapid emotions flitted across the ghost’s face; he looked conflicted, agitated, then that slow smile bloomed again.
“Whatever I may be, I’m not on your side.”
With that it turned, drifting back towards the hall.
Mario’s heart flopped. His only chance of getting out of here was floating out the door.
“No, Stop!” he shouted.
The ghost hesitated for a moment, suspended halfway across the cell. It sighed and turned to face him again.
Mario scrambled for something to say, something to keep him there just a little longer, but nothing came to mind, at least nothing that wouldn’t risk offending him further. The sentry looked on silently, waiting for him to gather his thoughts. For a moment Mario could have sworn the ghost actually looked sorry for him.
Mario accepted the offer, taking a moment to compose himself.
“What plans do the boos have for me?” He asked when he was sufficiently calm.
The ghost shifted, looking uncomfortable for the first time.
“I’m not rightly sure,” he admitted, “The boos never did go in for sharing their plans with the likes of us. I do know there’s someone that king is waiting for; so likely nothing much before he’s done with them.”
Mario closed his eyes and took a deep, slow breath; that was another thing he didn’t need to hear right now.
“You know who he’s waiting for, don’t you?” the ghost asked after a few more moments of quiet.
Mario hesitated, not sure if he should answer. Then again, if this thing didn’t know already, he would figure it out soon enough; there was no real point to the secrecy.
“My brother,” he said finally.
“I see.”
As the gap in conversation dragged on Mario began to worry the ghost would try to leave again. But he made no move in that direction, just floated quietly where he was, seeming lost in his own thoughts.
Eventually he risked another question.
“Who’s the professor you mentioned before?”
The sentry looked suspicious again, though there was a pointed lack of spite this time round.
“The old man; master of the castle, or he was before the boos came.”
“And he’s disappeared?”
The old ghost nodded.
“I haven't seen sign of him for months. No one else has either, as far as I can reckon.”
“Do you have any idea what happened to him?”
“No.”
“Do you think King Boo did something to him?”
The sentry hesitated for a moment.
“I’m not certain. It’s a possibility. The professor is accustomed to leaving, and this wouldn’t be his longest absence, but the boos would kill him if they could.”
Mario was confused. Ghosts couldn’t kill ghosts could they?
“Is the professor,”--Mario hesitated here, realizing he could be brushing a sensitive subject--“Is he like you?”
The ghost cocked his head again.
“He’s not dead, if that’s what you’re asking. At least he wasn’t when I saw him last.”
That was all Mario needed to hear.
“I can help him.”
The ghost looked incredulous.
“What?”
“If you help me,” said Mario slowly and carefully, “I can help the professor. I’ll find him, get rid of the boos.”
“What makes you think you’ll do a scrap of difference against King Boo?”
“I’ve dealt with plenty of boos before. It wouldn’t be my first time navigating a haunted castle either.”
The sentry glanced at the chains.
“Doesn’t seem to have done you a lot of good.”
“I’m expecting him this time, he won’t catch me the same way twice.”
The ghost was quiet for a while. Mario would have given almost anything to know what was going through his head.
Eventually he sighed again.
“I suppose it can’t hurt to let you try.”
Mario’s heart began to pound as the ghost produced his key ring and began dipping through it. Eventually he produced a miniscule silver key and began unlocking the chains.
The relief Mario felt as they fell away was impossible to describe. He clenched and unclenched his hands, rubbed his damaged shoulder, and went to adjust his hat. There was no hat. He had forgotten about that…
The ghost watched him in silence.
“Thank you,” Mario said.
He nodded, then looked grave.
“I would appreciate it if this didn’t lead back to me.”
Mario understood the concern, he started to reply but stopped short as the key ring dropped to the floor. Before he could say anything more the key keeper had drifted through the far wall.
• • •
Gameboo streaked down another hall, heading in the general direction of the king.
He had been trying to reach him ever since he had left the human. His orders had been to ‘deal’ with her, preferably bring her to the king. He’d done everything he could think of to complete his orders: tricks, manipulation, intimidation, he had even used some of the fake doors to keep her trapped in the halls, but none of it had worked. Now she was parked under a table in the council room, and she intended to stay there until she rot.
It was hardly a preferable report to deliver.
He had intended this to be a quick trip, find the king, report the problem, and get back to his charge before she did anything else stupid. Unfortunately, he had never gotten passed finding the king. The first boos Gameboo had met said his majesty was in the dungeon; he had arrived there only to be sent in the direction of the treasure room by another pack. And that had only been the start: by this time he had been through the kitchen, the lounge, and the front foyer. Now he was headed to the roof, though at this point he highly doubted it would be his final stop.
Another problem with this whole situation was practically every group of boos he met had some extra information they wanted him to convey, and none of it was particularly good.
Apparently some of the ‘portrait ghosts’ were becoming restless. Most of the useful ones had been locked away in paintings for years; being assigned to certain rooms wasn’t much better as far as they were concerned. Some were suspicious, some were just plain looney, and most all of them expected no less than full run of the mansion. The king wouldn’t hear of it, and because of the loyalty issues in that quarter, precious few of the ghouls knew why.
On top of that, Gameboo wasn’t the only one having trouble with his human, and apparently the other one was worse. She was on a rampage, smashing doors, chasing ghosts, and generally being as much trouble as she possibly could. It was only a matter of time before she burst in on that horrifying butler or something worse. How that situation would go was anyone’s guess.
At least that bit made him seem less inept. Sure, he hadn’t been able to steer his human like he had hoped, but at least he had stayed more or less in control of the situation, even when she had pulled out that glowing needle of hers. The effect would have been better, though, if he wasn’t the one delivering all of this.
The duration of this contemplation carried Gameboo all the way to the second dance hall. The roof terrace was only a few floors above this, a straight shot for someone like himself. He prepared for the upward launch, allowing himself a snicker at all the creatures confined by walls, but it choked off at the sound of a massive snore behind him.
He froze, then turned, all of a sudden very glad he was invisible.
Two massive shadows were sprawled across the floor. He could hardly see them, but if Gameboo listened, he could just hear the soft rise and fall of their breath. Sorry strips of light were leaking in from windows, highlighting scales and massive claws. Slowly, one of the masses shifted, there was the noise of sandpaper on tile and a deep-throated snore.
The boo didn’t wait around any longer. He rocketed upward, plunging through the layers of floor between him and the roof.
Mercifully, the king was there. He was hovering over the edge of the roof, sheets of clouds billowing from him; filling the wind-tattered patches in the sky and bringing on a fresh downpour of rain. Gameboo floated uncertainty behind him, afraid to disturb, but he didn’t have to wait long.
“Ah, Gameboo,” he said, slowly turning to face him. Gameboo hesitated, the weight of all he had to tell tumbling down around his head.
“Come now, no need to be afraid,” said the king dismissively, “there’s very little that could foul my mood tonight.”
Gameboo opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a wail from the stairs.
“Sire! The prisoner is escaping!”
Notes:
This chapter was a pain in the butt.
Writing tension has never been my strong suit, and tense dialogue is even worse. Between Mario and Novi's predicaments, that was basically all this chapter was. It was like pulling hair getting this to sound half decent.
I did enjoy working with the Key Keeper though.
Originally he was supposed to be pretty sinister, but the more I got him talking, the more I figured out that wasn't going to work. I'm not sure how it'll happen, but I hope he turns up again.
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